Reflection 05: Oh for the people...
C. S. Lewis is too much for me. After an hour of reading his essays, his fiction, his apologetic works; my mind is racing at a mile-a-minute. The character, richness, depth, and sincerity of his writings are so compelling.
The following quotation is from a letter that Lewis wrote to his friend, A. K. Hamilton Jenkin on 4 November 1925, shortly after his appointment to a teaching post at Magdalen College. After writing about the “idyllic setting of his college rooms” he says:
“I wish there were anyone here childish enough (or permanent enough, not the slave of his particular and outward age) to share it with me. Is it that no man makes real friends after he has passed the undergraduate age? Because I have no forr’arder, since the old days. I go to Barfield for sheer wisdom and a sort of richness of spirit. I go to you [e.g. Jenkin] for some smaller and more intimate connexion with the feel of Things. But the question I am asking is why I meet no such men now. Is it that I am blind? Some of the older men are delightful; the younger fellows are none of them men of understanding. Oh for the people who speak one’s own language.”
Carpenter, Humphrey Ed. Inklings, The. (Ballantine, 1978), 22.
The following quotation is from a letter that Lewis wrote to his friend, A. K. Hamilton Jenkin on 4 November 1925, shortly after his appointment to a teaching post at Magdalen College. After writing about the “idyllic setting of his college rooms” he says:
“I wish there were anyone here childish enough (or permanent enough, not the slave of his particular and outward age) to share it with me. Is it that no man makes real friends after he has passed the undergraduate age? Because I have no forr’arder, since the old days. I go to Barfield for sheer wisdom and a sort of richness of spirit. I go to you [e.g. Jenkin] for some smaller and more intimate connexion with the feel of Things. But the question I am asking is why I meet no such men now. Is it that I am blind? Some of the older men are delightful; the younger fellows are none of them men of understanding. Oh for the people who speak one’s own language.”
Carpenter, Humphrey Ed. Inklings, The. (Ballantine, 1978), 22.
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